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June 7, 2012
By Ivan Rudd BRONZE, Oakland, New Jersey
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Ivan Rudd BRONZE, Oakland, New Jersey
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Boarded up and blind
Once a home for the rich
You see that hall on the right
Now lined with mildew and wainscoting
A banquet Hall

Charities
Rich raising money for the poor
Two addictions for the price of one
And they want to tear it down
Condominiums they say

Look at the roof tired of standing
Holding to plywood and marble tiles
Tiles for penthouses
Grecian decorations enjoyed now by bats and maggots
Hardly seems fair

But let them have it
Is there a difference between the rich who smoked and sniffed
And the new inhabitants
Breeding like defiled bunny rabbits
Both just tasting what they have left

Look at it now
Home for the poor
Impoverished
Sleeping on broken glass and looking at million dollar views
Boarded up

I walk the shallow pavement sidewalk
Lined with graffiti and broken nails
I see the building everyday
I see it, I do

I see dead rose petals and champagne bottles cracked
Laying amongst the sunken foundation
No one else sees it though
It’s just a ghost

© Tanya T., Marblehead, MA

The author's comments:
At the time I wrote this poem, I had not being feeling very good about my life. I was depressed and unsatisfied with what I had become. While on the train heading back to school, I noticed these old and worn-down buildings. Beautiful, though they were, no one had taken care of them for a long time. They struck me as a metaphor for my life. I too had a beautiful purpose at one time, but hadn't been caring for myself as I should. Like the old building in my poem, I felt myself as a ghost.
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This article has 4 comments.

rcombs109 said...
on Jun. 19 2012 at 8:32 am
What a great read...
ronnid said...
on Jun. 18 2012 at 12:44 pm

This is very sophisticated writing for a young man- kid has a lot of promise

 

santa fe woman said...
on Jun. 18 2012 at 9:06 am

Ivan,  Wow, wonderful poetry! Both poems elicit a visceral response.  You have the gift of poetry in your soul! May your creative expression continue to flower.

 

Bichonronni said...
on Jun. 17 2012 at 9:51 pm
I am impressed with Ivan's ability to verbalize his feelings and how he was inspired by the abandoned building. He clearly has a future working with words.